indira babbellapati Poems

remember our fog walk
of a winter morning...?

our hands closely clasped
...

It was a pathetic evening
Back from a busy day
In a cold cubicle of white spreads
I settle under a white quilt
...

allow just for once
to lose myself in
the mysterious world of yours
where thought flows across
...

Many questions
Endless questions
Between you and me
Keep popping
...

Night's eyes kept
Staring hard into mine
Night and I wink-less
...

Untamed, alluring
She sprawls herself on bare earth
And sets it ablaze
...

Middle class dreams
Can only assume wings
And fly across fancy-sky
...

standing under a glowing light
i looked around 'all things bright
and beautiful' till the darkness
from within submerged the light
...

when love for you surges
tearing away the several layers
it's concealed in within
it lifts me to a consciousness
...

At times
Even the familiar landscape
Appears unfamiliar
It appears as one with no horizon
...